Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.